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Date: 27 July 2008 13:51:46
In case you missed my entry on the subject some months ago, a definition of Greek-fun: actually I have no idea, but a restaurant near where I live used to offer it by way of a sign outside advertising 'Greek-fun downstairs' ; we always assumed it was fun with a Greek (though surely that ought to be upstairs?)
Anyway, I went last night to a posh Greek restaurant to celebrate the birthday of one of my fellow Wednesday singers. There were fourteen of us, only three of whom I knew, but they seemed like a nice bunch (Birthday Girl's grown-up son seemed like a nice boy, but more of that later).
So: first there were the crudités, of which I had two helpings as I got there earlier than anyone else. Then the cold starters: pitta bread with various Greek dips. Then the hot starters: grilled Halloumi cheese, garlic mushroooms, fillo pastry triangles filled with spinach and cheese. Then at last, well after nine o-clock, the main course: I had sea bass, the first time I've had it, and it was delicious, with salad and very savoury rice. Then the dessert: a really excellent fruit salad with thick Greek yoghurt, honey and nuts.
Finally Birthday Girl's son produced a box full of pink fairy cakes, on each of which he placed and lighted a candle, and presented the whole lot to his mother. (See, I said he was a nice boy, didn't I?). We each got a cake in a party bag, and I have to confess I wolfed the lot straight away - the butter icing on top was flavoured with rose water, I think, at least it tasted pleasantly unusual.
I rolled home at bad girl o'clock, feeling very well fed indeed. Incidentally, before going out I had looked at reviews of this particular restaurant on the web. Most were enthusiastic, but one said something like 'The food was awful as Greek food always is'. Why did this reviewer go to a self-proclaimed Greek restaurant them? Some people are never happy...